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Cataclysm


28 lives 28 spirits Now take those numbers And multiply them. Square them. Think not only of them. But of the people that loved them. That cared for them. That still do. That always will. Don't forget them. Don't let them slip from your mind. Carry them with you, as you go through life. Send love and support, prayers and thoughts their way. Lift them up, support them. Dont' let them slip into the void the void of history of forgotten events. For this was cataclysmic And always will be For them. And should be for us.
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